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Chapter 4 - Chapter 4

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Chapter 4

It was a regular day at Kuoh Academy. Issei was following his routine, still adjusting to the influx of memories and emotions he had been carrying since he "woke up" in this new body. Now, he was no longer just Issei Hyoudou, but also Harry Potter, a complex combination of two different personalities and worlds. This kept him in a constant state of alert, trying to balance school life while dealing with the new reality of being a devil.

After a morning of tedious classes, Issei decided to take a break and breathe some fresh air outside of school. The weight of responsibilities in the Occult Research Club and the intense training with Rias still loomed over him, but for that moment, he just wanted to relax. Then, he saw her.

A young, blonde girl with a fragile appearance was walking alone down the street. She wore a simple cloak and carried a small bag. Something about her immediately caught Issei's attention. Maybe it was her expression—serene, but with a hint of sadness. Or maybe it was the fact that, in some way, she seemed out of place in that environment.

When their eyes met, Issei felt an instant connection. He couldn't say why, but something about the girl intrigued him deeply. Without thinking too much, he decided to approach her.

"Hi, are you lost?" he asked, his voice soft but with a tone of concern.

The girl stopped and looked at him, her big blue eyes radiating a purity Issei rarely saw. She hesitated before answering, as if she wasn't used to direct interactions with strangers.

"Ah... yes, I'm new in town and don't know the area well," she said with a shy smile. "I'm looking for a church."

A church? In Kuoh? That sounded strange to Issei, especially since he knew churches weren't exactly friendly places for devils like him. Even so, he didn't feel any hostility coming from her. On the contrary, there was an aura of kindness and purity that attracted him. He smiled, trying to appear as friendly as possible.

"I can help you with that. I think I know where there's a church nearby," he offered.

She thanked him with a slight bow, a gesture that seemed very innocent, almost old-fashioned, by normal standards. As they walked together, Issei couldn't help but feel that there was something special about her. The way she walked, the calm in her voice, the way she looked directly into his eyes when speaking—it was all different from the girls he knew. Even different from Rias.

"My name is Asia," she said, interrupting his thoughts. "Asia Argento. And you?"

"I'm Issei Hyoudou," he replied, trying to hide the internal confusion upon hearing her name. Something in Issei's memories warned him about this name, but he still couldn't remember why.

As they talked, Issei felt surprisingly comfortable in Asia's presence. There wasn't the sexual tension he usually experienced in his interactions with Rias or Akeno. With Asia, the feeling was one of peace, as if she carried with her a purity that contrasted with the dark world of devils and dangers he now faced.

"So, why are you looking for a church?" Issei asked, curious, but keeping his tone casual.

Asia looked down for a moment, as if reflecting on the question. "It's the only place where I feel closest to... who I am. I used to live in a convent, so churches always bring me comfort."

Issei noticed a shadow of sadness in her eyes as she spoke. It was clear that there was much more to Asia's story than she was willing to share at that moment. And he instinctively knew he shouldn't press her. He knew what it was like to carry heavy burdens and secrets that couldn't easily be revealed.

"I understand," he said, in a softer tone. "We all have places that make us feel safe."

After some time walking, they finally reached the church. Asia stopped in front of the building and looked up, her eyes shining slightly at the sight of the sacred place. Issei, on the other hand, felt an immediate discomfort being so close to a church, a natural reflex of his new condition. But he ignored it for now, focusing on Asia.

"Thank you, Issei," she said, with a genuine smile that lit up her face. "You've been very kind to me. I hope we can see each other again."

Issei smiled back, but something was bothering him. He couldn't explain it, but there was something wrong with the idea of Asia entering that church. Before he could stop himself, he said, "Be careful, Asia. Something tells me this isn't a safe place for you."

Asia seemed surprised but didn't argue. "I'll be careful. Thanks for the warning."

She waved one last time before disappearing through the church doors. Issei stood there for a few moments, watching the entrance, a strange sense of foreboding washing over him. Even without understanding the reason, he knew that this encounter with Asia Argento was no coincidence.

After meeting Asia, Issei walked back home, still reflecting on the strange connection he felt with her. But besides that, another thought was bothering him—something he tried to ignore but that always resurfaced.

His parents.

As Harry Potter, he never had the chance to know his parents. They died when he was just a baby, leaving him to grow up with the Dursleys, a family that never treated him with the love and affection he longed for. Now, in Issei's body, he had the opportunity to live something different, something Harry always wanted: a family.

He opened the front door and was greeted by the familiar smell of food. His mother, Miki, was in the kitchen, preparing dinner, while his father, Gorou, was sitting on the couch, watching TV and laughing at what seemed to be a comedy show. Everything seemed so normal, but for Issei—or rather, Harry—it was almost surreal.

"Hey, Issei!" his mother called, smiling as she saw him enter. "You're home early today."

"Hey, mom," he replied, trying not to sound strange. He felt grateful to have this second chance to live with a family. "Yeah, things were a bit lighter at school today."

He walked to the kitchen, watching his mother as she stirred some pans. She looked so calm, so at ease. Harry never had the chance to see his own mother like this, doing something as simple as preparing dinner. He couldn't help but feel a pang in his chest as he thought about how much he longed for this connection.

"Want help with dinner?" he asked, unexpectedly.

His mother paused for a second, surprised by the offer, but then smiled. "Sure, dear! You can chop the vegetables over there."

Issei picked up the knife and started cutting the vegetables carefully. Although Harry wasn't exactly a cook, he remembered doing similar chores at the Dursleys'—but always under coercion and without the slightest affection involved. Now, as he chopped the vegetables beside his mother, he felt something different, a sense of belonging he had never experienced before.

As they worked together, his mother glanced at him, seeming a little curious. "You seem different lately, Issei. More... thoughtful. Is everything okay?"

Issei hesitated for a moment. Of course, he couldn't tell her that he was actually Harry Potter, a completely different person in many ways. But he also didn't want to ignore this opportunity to connect with her.

"Yeah, I've just been thinking about a lot of things," he said, trying to be as sincere as possible. "School, my friends... and you guys."

She smiled at that, her face softening. "It's good to hear that, Issei. Your father and I always want the best for you, you know? Even if you are a bit... peculiar sometimes."

He laughed, appreciating the warmth behind her words. Peculiar was, indeed, an understatement for the life he led now.

After a few minutes, dinner was ready, and they sat down together at the table. Issei's father turned off the TV and walked to the table, sitting down with a satisfied sigh. "Ah, I smell karē udon today. I love it!"

As they ate, Issei watched the two of them interact. His father talked about his day at work, while his mother asked questions about how Issei was doing at school. The atmosphere was light, comfortable. It was the kind of life Harry always imagined but never had.

He realized he was smiling. For the first time, he allowed himself to relax and simply enjoy his parents' company. There was a simplicity in sharing a meal with them that touched something deep inside him.

"So, Issei," his father began, pointing his fork at him with a playful smile. "Got yourself a girlfriend yet? Because I swear, when I was your age, I was quite the charmer!"

Issei laughed, choking slightly on his food. The question caught him off guard, but he couldn't help the warmth that rose to his face. "Uh... no, Dad. Not yet."

"Don't worry," his mother added with an amused look. "You're a good boy. When the time is right, someone special will come along."

He knew she had no idea how complicated things really were. If she knew about Rias, Akeno... the world he was involved in was something they couldn't even imagine. But still, hearing their support, even if it was about something so simple, warmed his heart.

"Yeah, Mom, I hope you're right," he responded, with a shy smile.

They continued the conversation, sharing stories and laughter. Issei—or Harry—felt closer to them with each moment. He had never had the chance to experience this before, and now that he could, he knew he had to cherish every moment.

When dinner was over, he offered to wash the dishes, which surprised his parents even more, but they gladly accepted.

After finishing, Issei headed to his room, but not before hearing his mother's loving voice say, "Good night, dear. We love you."

Those words echoed in his mind as he lay down in bed. The simplicity and affection contained in that phrase held deep meaning for him. As Harry, he had never heard those words from his own parents. Now, as Issei, he was finally experiencing them—and he made sure to hold them close to his heart.

As sleep began to take over, he felt a calm that he rarely felt since arriving in this new world. He knew that, over time, the balance between his new life and his old memories would become easier. And, for the first time, he was willing to open his heart to this new family, enjoying the small joys they offered.

The morning light filtered softly through Issei's curtains, gently waking him from a more peaceful sleep than usual. He stretched, feeling his body relaxed, but his mind still carried the confusing blend of Harry and Issei's memories. It was as if there was a constant whirlwind of thoughts, and he knew he needed to do something to calm the internal chaos. The idea of trying Occlumency, something Harry had mastered in his original world, began to take hold.

"I need to organize this mess," Issei murmured to himself as he got out of bed. "If I can at least calm my mind, that'll be a start."

He sat on the floor, crossed his legs, and closed his eyes, breathing deeply to soothe his thoughts. Occlumency, in the Harry Potter world, was the ability to protect the mind against external invasions by controlling and organizing memories and thoughts. Issei hoped that this technique could help him here, even in such a different world. He knew that things worked differently with the presence of demonic power, but he believed that the essence of Occlumency could still be useful.

Breathing deeply, Issei began to concentrate. He visualized his mind as a vast, disorganized field, with fragments of Harry and Issei's memories scattered chaotically. The goal was simple: create a safe, organized space where he could access his memories and thoughts more controlledly.

He knew this wouldn't be an easy task. There was much to balance—his new identity as a devil, fragments of his life as Harry, and Issei's memories, which sometimes surfaced unexpectedly. But he also knew that practice and patience would be essential.

As he delved deeper into meditation, he began to feel slight resistance, as if his mind were trying to block him. This was common in Occlumency, the subconscious fear of tampering with one's own memories. However, Issei did not hesitate. He had faced far greater challenges.

Little by little, he began to visualize his mind more clearly. The disjointed fragments of memories started to gather in specific areas. Harry's memories—of Hogwarts, his battles against Voldemort—began to organize on one side, while Issei's memories—his experiences at school, his life with his parents, and the recent events with Rias and the Occult Club—formed another area.

Though it wasn't perfect, there was a clear sense that something was stabilizing. It was as if, finally, he could access the memories without being overwhelmed by them. His mind seemed calmer, less turbulent. The Occlumency technique wasn't just working to protect him but was also helping to organize the chaotic flow of thoughts.

However, as he continued the meditation, something unexpected happened. He felt a different presence. An ancient, powerful energy. A presence that belonged neither to Harry nor Issei. It was something that had always been with Issei but that Harry had never experienced. The sensation was familiar but, at the same time, strange.

"Finally, we meet," a deep voice echoed in his mind.

Issei opened his eyes, surprised. He was no longer just in his meditation. He was in a different mental space, vaster and more powerful. In front of him, a colossal figure began to form, enveloped in a glowing red aura.

"Ddraig?" Issei asked, recognizing the entity.

"Yes, young dragon. I am Ddraig, the Red Dragon Emperor. You have finally connected with me." Ddraig's voice was imposing, but it also carried ancient wisdom.

Issei looked at the immense creature with a mix of fascination and caution. He knew Ddraig was an extremely powerful being and that his power was tied to the Boosted Gear. But, at the same time, he felt that this connection was deeper than just a bond of power.

"I… found you because of meditation?" Issei asked, trying to understand.

"You have reorganized your mind. This allowed our bond to strengthen," Ddraig replied. "Your soul is balancing, and now you are ready to communicate with me directly. But don't think this means you are prepared to wield all my power. There is still much to learn."

Issei nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. He was beginning to master organizing his mind, but accessing Ddraig's power was a completely new challenge. "So, what do I need to do?"

Ddraig observed Issei, his red eyes glowing with a mix of curiosity and respect. The mental space around them seemed to pulse with power, reflecting the magnitude of the Boosted Gear.

"You've started organizing your mind, boy," Ddraig said, with a serious yet light tone. "That's a good sign. But remember, what you carry inside isn't just a tool. The Boosted Gear amplifies your power every ten seconds, and you'll have to learn to control it."

Issei nodded, feeling the weight of those words.

"But controlling the constant increase in power… isn't easy, right?" Issei asked.

Ddraig let out a light laugh, as if the question were obvious. "No, of course not. But you don't need to understand everything now. The important thing is that you have mental clarity and emotional control. Every time the Boosted Gear doubles your power, it will overload your body and mind. If you don't maintain balance, you could lose control—and believe me, you don't want to know what happens when that occurs."

Issei furrowed his brow, feeling a twinge of worry about what Ddraig wasn't saying. "So, what do I do now?"

"Keep practicing. Keep your mind in order, strengthen your body. If you want to use my power properly, you need to do this."

Issei took a deep breath, absorbing the advice. There was no need to rush. As Ddraig said, balance was key.

"Do you think I can do it?" Issei asked, his voice filled with determination.

"You have potential, boy. But the path is long. One step at a time," Ddraig responded with a slight smile.

With those words, Ddraig's vision began to fade, and Issei found himself returning to his meditation state, his mind much clearer than before. He opened his eyes slowly, feeling more balanced, more centered. Occlumency had helped organize his thoughts and memories, and now he had also established his first connection with Ddraig.

"This will be useful," he whispered to himself, getting up.

Issei felt a new confidence as he prepared for the school day. Although there was still much to learn, he knew he was on the right path. Organizing his mind not only improved his concentration but also gave him a stronger foundation to face the challenges ahead.

After getting dressed, he went downstairs, where his parents were already having breakfast. They greeted him with smiles and questions about the day, and he responded with a calmer, more controlled tone. That small moment of normalcy with his parents was something he would no longer take for granted.

Shortly afterward, he grabbed his backpack and headed to school, feeling more prepared to face whatever came his way. There was something different about him now—a mental clarity that, though subtle, made the weight of his new life feel a little lighter.

And with Ddraig by his side, he knew he was just beginning to explore the true potential that lay within him.

After the classes ended, Issei followed his routine and headed straight for the Occult Research Club. The gothic building of the academy exuded the usual sense of mystery he had grown familiar with. The stone walls, colorful stained glass windows, and winding corridors gave the place a unique atmosphere, something he was starting to get used to. For him, the club was more than just a refuge; it was where he felt he belonged, even with all the responsibilities and dangers that came with his new life.

When he arrived at the main room of the club, Issei noticed something different. Kiba and Koneko were absent, which wasn't unusual, but it still caught his attention. Perhaps Kiba was on a mission or special training, considering his role as Rias's knight, always dedicated to honing his sword skills. As for Koneko, being the queen of silence and observation, she might have been performing some surveillance task or simply preferred a moment of solitude. Both of them took their duties very seriously, so their absence rarely caused concern.

However, Akeno and Rias were present. Akeno, as always, displayed her serene smile, radiating both tranquility and seduction. She was sitting near the fireplace, her long dark hair cascading over her shoulders, while Rias was reviewing some documents at the central table, immersed in thought.

"Hey, Issei," Rias said, lifting her eyes and smiling as she saw him enter. "Looks like you got here early today."

Issei smiled back, trying to appear relaxed, though he was still getting used to the routine. "Yeah, I didn't have much to do after class, so I figured I'd come early."

Akeno observed him with her sparkling eyes, always full of an energy he could barely decipher. "I'm glad you came, Issei," she said, her voice soft and alluring. "We've been waiting for you."

Issei sat down in one of the leather chairs beside Rias's table. He always felt a little nervous around Akeno. There was something about her—a magnetism, an energy that made his heart race, and he didn't quite know how to deal with it.

For a few minutes, they engaged in casual conversation. Rias spoke about some club matters, mentioning new responsibilities that would arise soon. However, as they talked, Issei began to notice that Akeno was behaving differently. Her usually graceful and calm demeanor started to change. She moved closer to Issei, lightly touching his shoulder or arm as she spoke, and her smile became increasingly provocative.

"Issei," Akeno said with a soft, insinuating voice, "you've been working so hard lately… You must be tired." She leaned a little closer, her proximity making Issei even more uneasy. "You deserve a bit of relaxation, don't you think?"

Issei swallowed hard, feeling his face heat up. He knew Akeno was playful and flirted with him from time to time, but this felt different—more intense. He glanced at Rias, trying to gauge her reaction to Akeno's behavior, but Rias didn't seem bothered. In fact, she seemed almost amused.

Before Issei could say anything, Rias spoke calmly, "You know, Issei, Akeno and I are very close. Much closer than you might imagine." She smiled, a mischievous glint dancing in her eyes. "She's my lover."

Issei's heart nearly stopped. Rias's revelation completely took him by surprise. He knew they were close friends, but lovers? That changed everything.

"Don't worry," Rias continued, her tone calm. "She's more than willing to… share our moments with you. And as I promised, I'm here to help you with… certain things."

Issei tried to process what was happening, but Akeno didn't give him much time to think. She moved even closer, making her intentions clear. "Rias and I take care of each other," she whispered, her voice almost a purr. "And now, we're going to take care of you, too."

Before Issei could fully understand the implications of Rias's words, Akeno's lips were suddenly on his, a kiss that both startled and overwhelmed him. It was brief, but it was enough to make Issei's heart race and leave him breathless.

When Akeno pulled back, her smile was even more provocative. Issei glanced toward Rias, who watched the scene with a calm and knowing expression, clearly comfortable with what was unfolding.

It was then, as Issei's guard was completely down, that Akeno made her move. With surprising speed, she pushed him gently but firmly toward the bed in the room, and before he could comprehend what was happening, Issei found himself bound. Chains that seemed to appear from nowhere wrapped around his wrists and ankles, securing him to the bed.

"A-Akeno!" Issei stammered, struggling slightly against the chains, but it was no use.

She merely chuckled softly, her expression filled with satisfaction. "You need to relax, Issei. Let me take care of you…" Akeno began sliding her hands down her own body, slowly removing her top, her eyes never leaving Issei's as he struggled to catch his breath, completely captivated by the scene before him.

As Akeno continued to provoke him, Rias approached the head of the bed, looking directly into Issei's eyes. "Akeno has… a special nature," she began, her voice calm yet firm. "She likes to play. Part of her is sadistic, she loves to see the reaction of people when they are helpless. But she also enjoys being dominated. It's an interesting duality, isn't it?"

Issei swallowed hard, Rias's words echoing in his mind. He knew Akeno had a sadistic side, but seeing it up close was something entirely different. The chains, the touches, the way she moved—everything was part of her game.

Akeno, now clad only in her lingerie, sat beside Issei, running her fingertips softly down his chest, slowly descending. "You're so vulnerable, Issei… And I love it." She laughed softly, but there was a dominant and powerful air about her gaze.

Rias, for her part, merely watched with a subtle smile, allowing Akeno to lead the situation. It was as if the whole thing had been carefully choreographed between the two, and despite being the center of attention, Issei felt completely at their mercy.

"She enjoys both control and being controlled," Rias continued. "That's Akeno's nature. She finds pleasure in both domination and submission, and today, you're part of her game."

Akeno leaned closer still, her lips brushing against Issei's neck. "I hope you're ready for what's coming next…"

Akeno smiled, her eyes gleaming with a mix of desire and mischief. She slid her hands down Issei's chest as he struggled to control his quickened breathing. His body reacted instinctively to her proximity, but there was something more: the feeling of being vulnerable, completely at her mercy.

"You're so nervous, Issei..." Akeno whispered, leaning in to lightly nibble on his earlobe, sending a shiver through his body. "Don't worry... I'll take care of you."

As she spoke, her hands explored Issei's body, teasing him provocatively. With each touch, she increased the intensity of her caresses, mixing pleasure with a slight pressure in certain spots, making Issei gasp. It wasn't real pain, but a sensation that made him even more aware of the situation.

She moved her hands to Issei's cock, which was fully hard, his momentary vulnerability somehow not diminishing the excitement of seeing Akeno's naked body. She was as perfect as Rias. Her breasts were just as large, and her curvaceous figure matched.

Akeno continued to move with grace, maintaining control over Issei. She lightly tugged at the chains binding him, a symbolic gesture of her dominant position. "You know, Issei... a little pain can increase the pleasure," she said with a mischievous smile, her eyes sparkling.

She kept teasing, now pressing her nails lightly into Issei's chest—not enough to hurt, but enough to make him feel a mix of sensations. The pain was minimal, more a way to heighten the tension between them, something Akeno clearly knew how to do well.

Issei tried to speak, but his mind was overwhelmed by the contrasting sensations. The excitement, the slight pain, the way Akeno controlled every second... everything seemed to be intensifying inside him.

Akeno then mounted him, taking him all the way in without pause. She moaned loudly at the intrusion and stayed still for a few moments, digging her nails into Issei's chest, drawing a bit of blood. He hissed but didn't complain. The feeling of her pussy wrapped around his shaft was spectacular. Issei knew he wouldn't last long—the mixture of sensations was too much.

Akeno maintained the rhythm, alternating between gentle and firmer touches, always watching Issei's reactions. "Look at you, you're doing so well," she said, smiling as she leaned in closer. She ran her hand over Issei's face, making it clear that, despite everything, she was in control, but without pushing him too far.

She continued to move lightly on top of Issei, rolling her hips slowly as she scratched him. Issei tried, but his restraints wouldn't let him increase the pace. He knew that if he wanted, he could use his magic to break free, but he wasn't about to ruin the moment. He would have his turn to bind Akeno and take his time with her.

Unaware of Issei's thoughts, Akeno stayed focused on her own pleasure. She quickened the pace slightly. With each wince of pain from Issei, the girl edged closer to her climax.

Akeno let a bit of electricity course through her fingers, then pinched Issei's nipples. That was enough for both of them. With the shock, Issei gasped and writhed, the peak of momentary pain bringing out Akeno's sadistic side and pushing her over the edge. The vice-like grip of her pussy made it impossible for Issei to hold back any longer, and with a moan, he came deep inside her.

After the intense encounter, both Akeno and Issei were breathing heavily, their bodies still buzzing from the afterglow. Akeno lay down beside Issei, her eyes filled with satisfaction as she observed him, his chest rising and falling as he tried to regain his composure.

"You did well, Issei," Akeno said softly, her voice gentle yet teasing.

Issei smiled, too overwhelmed to respond. The experience had left him speechless, unsure of how to process everything that had just happened. All he could feel was the mixture of exhaustion and relief flooding his body.

Akeno then slowly got up, stretching before glancing at Rias with a mischievous gleam in her eyes. "You know… this gives you a great opportunity to end your engagement, Rias."

Issei, still trying to recover, furrowed his brow in confusion. "Engagement? What engagement?" he asked, utterly shocked.

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